Key, A Key

At the office we have a lockable fireproof filing cabinet that we call the safe. I keep my blank checks in there as well as originals of important papers like audits and tax forms and checks yet to be deposited. I have a key to it on my key chain. Today I unlocked it to look for a letter from our auditors.

I was walking towards my apartment door a few minutes ago and reached into my right pocket where my keys normally hang out. They weren't there. Where were they? Yes, back in the safe keyhole. Great.

I do have two extra keys to my apartment. Where were they? INSIDE MY APARTMENT! Where they could do no good. You must have assumed by now that since I'm happily typing away to you so soon after this realization that I was saved. And I was.

Luckily Jim, my apartment manager, was home and more than willing to let me in. First he had to commiserate with me about being locked out and try to push on me several potential solutions to any future keyless dilemmas. I just really wanted to get inside out of the hot sun and take off my shoes (and other things).

I promise to get a BIRTW done as soon as I've finished up some reading tonight. I have two non-renewable books due tomorrow that I really must read before any more blogging may commence. So I'll just get right to it.